If this isn’t nice, I don’t know what is.
Seriously, though. This is the nicest I’ve felt in ages. I’m sitting outside in perfect weather—I mean perfect weather—and listening to Lana Del Rey. I’ve got a couple cover letters to write for my internship applications at the Corcoran Gallery and the National Museum of Women in the Arts, which won’t take too long and just reminds me that I might get to spend the summer surrounded by gorgeous art. And in spite of everything, my dad seems to be in a good mood.
If this isn’t nice… I don’t know what is.
Just finished my first three internship applications!
Those are for the National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian American Art Museum, and Kreeger Museum. If I get an internship at the Kreeger I might just die. I’m not sure my heart could take the excitement. Now I just have three more applications, but they’re not due until a couple of weeks from now.
Time to go reward myself by renting ‘The Graduate’ and ‘The Thin Man’!
Accomplish ALL the things!
My theory is that if I post non-Vonnegut-related things at 1:47 am, no one will notice.
In the ongoing saga “Lauren Decides to Ruin Her Life and Apply for Art Museum Internships”, today was a pretty successful day. I’ve secured both my recommendation letters from professors, so today’s project was to update my resume and make it seem like I’m qualified for this kind of adult responsibility. Tomorrow will be spent writing a basic letter of intent for the internships that I can tweak for each individual museum.
OH MY GOD these are things that real adults do. That can’t possibly apply to me…
(If you don’t know what the above image is from, go here immediately. You’re welcome.)
I’m crazy excited because I just did a major overhaul of my class schedule. A successful major overhaul. And for the first time, I’m only taking four classes this semester, and all four are classes for my two majors. I’m in an art history seminar called “Leonardo: Art and Science”. It’s three hours a week of nothing but Leonardo da Vinci, his art, and his science. AND another three hours a week of nothing but Theoretical Sociology. So many classes that won’t help me find a job some day.
I love it.
"Talent is extremely common. What is rare is the willingness to endure the life of a writer. It is like making wallpaper by hand for the Sistine Chapel."
"He used to be on the Rescue Squad,” I said, “and I think he and my first wife might have had a little fling. He was the one who found Jackson Pollock’s body sixty feet from where his car hit the tree. Then, in a few weeks, he was gathering up the pieces of Terry Kitchen’s head in a plastic bag. You’d have to say he’s played an important part in Art History."